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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Technova to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.