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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Organ to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.