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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.