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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Searchers 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.