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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Names,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.