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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Japan,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.