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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.