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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.