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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.