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 Belize and from London.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.