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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.