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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.