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 Fiji and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.