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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.