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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.