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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.