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 Spain 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Organ,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.