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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.