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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Infiniti,
CMW,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Can,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.