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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.