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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.