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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.