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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.