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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.