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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.