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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.