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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.