Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.