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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.