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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.