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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.