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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.