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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.