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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.