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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Index,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.