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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.