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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.