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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Pole,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.