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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
10cc,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.