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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.