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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.