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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.