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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Ossler,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.