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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s 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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.