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 France and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.