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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.