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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.