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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.