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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Model 500,
10cc,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.