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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.