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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Visage,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Index,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.