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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.