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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.