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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.