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 Cyprus 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.