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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.