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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.