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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.