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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.