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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.