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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Television,
Technova,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.