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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.