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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.