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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.