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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.