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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Nas,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.