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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.