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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
ABC,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.