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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.