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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Scion 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
UT,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.