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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Technova,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.