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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.