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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.