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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.