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 France and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.