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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.