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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Hoover,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.