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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.