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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.