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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.