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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.