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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.