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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.