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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Pole,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.