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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.