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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.