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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
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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.