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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Organ,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.