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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.