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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Names,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.