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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.