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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.