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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.