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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.