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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.