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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Pole,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.