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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.