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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.