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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.