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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.