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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.