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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.