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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.