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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.