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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 The Cure to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.