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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.