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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.