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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.