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 Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.