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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Nas,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.