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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.