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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Technova,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.