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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
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.