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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
cv313,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.