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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.