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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Can,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.