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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Saints,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.