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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.