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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.