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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.