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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
CMW,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.