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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.