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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.