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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Suicide 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.