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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.