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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.