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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.