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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.