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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.