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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.