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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.