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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.