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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Japan,
Franke,
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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.
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.