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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.