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 Qatar and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
MDC,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.