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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Remains,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.