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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.