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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.