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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.