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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.