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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.