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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.