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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.