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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Can to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.