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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.