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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
the Human League,
Gong,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.