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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.