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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.