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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Swans,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.