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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.