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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.