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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.