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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.