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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.