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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Gories,
Index,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.