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 Japan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 D'Angelo 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
cv313,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.