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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.