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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.