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 France and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Scion,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.