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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.