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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.