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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.