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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.