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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.