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 Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.