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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.