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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.