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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.