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 Benin 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.