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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.