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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.