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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.