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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.