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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.