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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
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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.