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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.