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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
AZ,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.