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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.