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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.