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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.