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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.