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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.