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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.