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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.