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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.