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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.