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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.