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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.