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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.