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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.