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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Can,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.