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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.