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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.