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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.