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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.