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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
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.
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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.