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 Uruguay 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.