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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.