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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.