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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.