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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.