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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Organ,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Wake,
MC5,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Crime,
Monks,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
John Cale,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.