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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.