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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.