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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.