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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.