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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.