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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Index,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.