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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.