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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.