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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.