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 Belize and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.