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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.