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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.