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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.