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 India and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.