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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.