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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.