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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.