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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.