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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Can,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.