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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.