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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.