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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.