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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.