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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.