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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.