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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.