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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.