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 Greece 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.