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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.