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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.