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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Suicide,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.