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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.