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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
ABBA,
MC5,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.