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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.