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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.