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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.