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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Index,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.