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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.