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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.