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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.