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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.