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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.