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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.