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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.