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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.