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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.