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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Index,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.