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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.