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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Nas,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.