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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.