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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Wings,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.