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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.