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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.