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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.