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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.