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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.