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 France and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.