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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.