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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.