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 Spain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Mars,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.