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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.