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 Australia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fear,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.