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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.