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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.