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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
UT,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.