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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.