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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.