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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.