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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.