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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.