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 Nigeria 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.