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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.