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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.