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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.