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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.