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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.