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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.