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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
cv313,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.