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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.