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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Q65,
Skarface,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.