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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.