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 Iceland and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.