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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.