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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.