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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.