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 North and from Edmonton.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
the Association,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.