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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
JFA,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.