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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.