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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.