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 Algeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.