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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.