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 China and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.