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 Uruguay 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Television,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.