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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.