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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
UT,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.