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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.