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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.