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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.