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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.