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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.