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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.