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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.