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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.