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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.