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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.