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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.