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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.