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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.