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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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 Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.