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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.