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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.