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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.