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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.