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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.