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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.