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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sound Behaviour 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Can,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.