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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.