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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.