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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.