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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.