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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.