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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Index,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.