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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.