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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.