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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.