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 Poland 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Ludus,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.