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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.