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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.