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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.