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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.