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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
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.