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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.