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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.