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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.