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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.