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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.