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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.