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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.