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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.