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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.