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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.