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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.