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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.