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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.