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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.