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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.