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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.