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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Smog,
June Days,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.