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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.