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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.