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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Suicide,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.