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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.