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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.