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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.