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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.