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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.