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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.