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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.