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 Jordan and from New York.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Lyres,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.