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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Nas,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.