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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.