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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Altered Images 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.