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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.