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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.