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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.