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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.