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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.