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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.