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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.