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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.