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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.