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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.