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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.