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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Visage,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.