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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.