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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
New Order,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.