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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.