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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.