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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.