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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.