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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.