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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.