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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.