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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Martian to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.