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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.