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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.