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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
UT,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.