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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.