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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.