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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.