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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.