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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.