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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.