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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.