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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.