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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.