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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.