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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.