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 Laos 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Sound,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.