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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
10cc,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Franke,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.