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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.