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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.