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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.