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 Cape Verde 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
UT,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.