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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.