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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.