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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.