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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.