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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.