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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.