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 Turkmenistan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.