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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.