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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.