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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.