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 Russia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.