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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.