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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.