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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.