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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.