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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Section 25,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.