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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Selecter to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.