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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.