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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Slave,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
the Slits,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.