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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.