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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.