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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
DNA,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.