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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.