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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Move,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.