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 Niger 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.