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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.