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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.