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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
AZ,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.