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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.