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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parrish. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.