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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.