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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
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Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.