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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.