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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
MDC,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.