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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.