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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
New Order,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.