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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.