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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Television,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.