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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.