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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
X-101,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Franke,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.