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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.