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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 808 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.