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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.