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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
June of 44,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.