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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.