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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.