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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.