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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.