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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.