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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.