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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
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Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.