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 Colombia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Japan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.