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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.