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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.