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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Faust,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.