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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.