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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
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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.