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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.