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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grey Daturas 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.