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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.