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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.