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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Nas,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.