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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.