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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.