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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.