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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.