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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.