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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.