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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.