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 Palau 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.