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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.