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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.