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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.