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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.