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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.