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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.