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 Finland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.