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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.