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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.