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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Smog,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.