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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.