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 United States and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.