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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.