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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.