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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.