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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.