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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.