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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.