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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.