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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.