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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.