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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Smog,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
The Index,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.