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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.