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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.