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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.