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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.