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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.