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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.