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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Wire,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.