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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.