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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.