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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.