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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Fear,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.