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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.