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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Gong,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.