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 Finland 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.